"The ti that sifts through everything just to leave only you behind; my world keeps changing, but you never miss a beat~~~"
The sound of a phone ringing echoed.
Yukima Azuma took out his phone.
A soft, pleasant guitar lody played.
Sora Ginko blinked a few tis, trying to recall the song.
She found it really nice.
But it seed she had never heard it before.
Yukima Azuma glanced at the caller ID.
It was Kiyotaki Keika.
He answered the call.
"Keika-nee? Umu, I've picked up senpai already, we're on our way back."
"Huh? I see. Got it. Then we'll just eat out."
After that brief exchange—
Yukima Azuma hung up.
"What did Keika-nee say?"
( ╹ -╹)?
Sora Ginko asked curiously.
"Keika-nee said sothing suddenly ca up and she had to go out. Master's not ho either."
"No one's at the club right now, so she told us to co back a bit later."
Yukima Azuma repeated what Keika had said, though his expression looked slightly doubtful.
(≖_≖ )
Upon hearing that, Sora Ginko's eyes lit up instantly.
Perfect—now she could have Azuma all to herself!
( • ̀ω•́ )✧
And since it was almost lunchti, they could eat out together.
It was practically a date!
Yukima Azuma, however, recalled what Kiyotaki Keika had been wearing when he left—
A comfy ho outfit.
She didn't look like she was planning to go out at all.
And Master? Wasn't he at the club playing so gacha Bishojo ga?
They'd barely been gone for that long. Why were both of them suddenly "busy"?
Azuma: (っ ͡ ͡º - ͡ ͡º ς) Suspicious
Keika: (๑>•̀๑) Ehe~
...
Since they weren't heading back to the club—
The two decided to change plans on the spot.
They found a local Chinese restaurant in Chiba.
"Welco~"
"What would you two like to order today?"
A middle-aged man in a black suit approached, holding a nu.
Sora Ginko, being shy around strangers, hesitantly hid behind Yukima Azuma.
"Anything you'd recomnd?"
Yukima Azuma asked casually.
He had a fairly good impression of Chinese restaurants in Japan.
First of all, being both Asian cultures, the flavors and cooking styles were sowhat familiar.
Secondly, the two countries were geographically close, and cultural exchange was frequent.
So Chinese cuisine in Japan generally stayed quite authentic.
Even when dishes were tweaked for local palates, they didn't taste "off."
Unlike in Europe, where it was a whole different story.
At the very least, Yukima Azuma had been to Hawaii and Wall Street before, and not once had he dared step into a Chinese restaurant over there.
Hearing Yukima Azuma ask for a recomndation—
The middle-aged man, who seed to be the owner, imdiately flashed a friendly smile.
"Do you two like mapo tofu? That's our specialty dish."
"Actually, I'm quite confident in my mapo tofu."
"To strike the perfect balance between aroma and flavor, I use five different spices."
"To really bring out the freshness of the tofu and the fragrance of the chili, we've put a lot of effort into our cooking techniques."
As the restaurant owner enthusiastically went on and on—
Sora Ginko instinctively clicked her tongue.
"It won't be as good as Azuma's, anyway."
Though she didn't speak loudly—
It seed the owner still heard it.
The man who'd just been rambling passionately suddenly stopped, casting a glance at Yukima Azuma, his expression briefly stunned.
( ⚆ _ ⚆ )
Seeing the poor guy visibly shaken, Yukima Azuma gave a small cough to smooth things over:
"Uh… sorry about that. We'll have one order of mapo tofu, one special sauced rib, and a combo fried rice set, please."
The owner nodded silently and walked off with the nu.
Sora Ginko pressed her lips together, a little embarrassed.
(,,¬﹏¬,,)
She had just blurted it out without thinking—
But honestly, she ant it.
After all, Yukima Azuma had level 8 cooking skills, and Chinese cuisine was his specialty.
Sure, saying it so bluntly might've been a little rude…
Yukima Azuma gently patted Sora Ginko's head.
The small, flustered look of his little senpai—awkward and shy like this—was undeniably adorable.
He took her hand and led her toward a two-person table in the restaurant.
They both sat on the sa side.
Sora Ginko slid into the inner seat.
She casually removed her thick white fur coat.
Yukima Azuma reached over to help her pull one sleeve off.
Watching him hang up her coat—
Sora Ginko's eyes curved slightly as she smiled softly.
Even so, a true tsundere would never admit she was happy.
(💢,,>﹏
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